My dear Manannan, It saddens me to learn that no word of your sister, Hagatha, has reached you of late. We can but hope she is well and able somewhere... to do as she pleases, to whomever she pleases! My own sister is well, and thank you for asking. She was taken with you once, before you grew that "excessive beard" and insists that you were a handsome man in your day. I can only imagine. The time comes soon, Brother Manannan, and our long wait will be over. May swift destruction come to all those who oppose us! In The Father We Trust, 'L'